Moreau closed her eyes. Her stepfather's touch forced her to press the man's face deeper. Savoring every bit of it; it felt like a wild fuck offer. Even she only flinched briefly when the man turned her body to face the bathroom wall. Then ducked back down only to fondle the wet recess and leave a blushing bite there.
Moreau's palms were glued to the bathroom wall with the need to turn half a face away, waiting for Abihirt to remove the one remaining cloth on his own body, after the man had even left her completely naked. It seemed so hurried that Moreau didn't realize that Abihirt's palm, right now, wanted to wrap around her much smaller hand. The man was preparing something. A moment to stroke that rock-solid dick. How hard it felt under the crack of Moreau's leg. She swallowed roughly feeling the intimate penetration. Biting her lip involuntarily as Abihirt tentatively entered her The man moved slowly, addin"Are you sure you want me to stay here overnight? My clothes are wet and I'll have to wear your shirt for a while." Moreau couldn't move her attention since Abihirt seemed to be busy picking out pieces of cloth from the man's closet. It seemed unfair that her stepfather was fully dressed, while she was still wrapped in a towel; occasionally feeling like it would come off, loosen; then have to be gripped tightly. There was no denying it... after the wild shower scene, now they were stuck in the same room together. Moreau was confused when she found Barbara's special device. A hair dryer. No idea how it got left behind and the woman never seemed to remember to pick it up. At least it was helpful. Moreau didn't have to worry about just thinking about the long, wet hair that was half-dried. She and her stepfather would only face a few situations. It might be necessary to reach an agreement, though there was no telling what the final appro
Dinner was over. However, there seemed to be no good prospects for Abihirt to abort. Moreau gasped when suddenly the man flopped down on her back on the bed without warning, then the sound of the bed slowly covering the air. She had time to negotiate and the end was always the same. Stunned to find Abihirt's body so close. They made eye contact briefly, but another shock came when Moreau felt a light touch, which embraced her, including when the man placed his face... overlapping on the surface of her bra-less breasts. Only an oversized black T-shirt was finished and Moreau felt a little disapproving. "What are you doing, Abi? I'm not here to make you comfortable," she said while looking straight up at the ceiling of the room. Damn it, Abihirt did not step aside at all, instead one of the man's hands moved, resting exactly on the other's breast, squeezing slightly and making Moreau swallow harshly. "You're not doing this because you saw my mother an
"What should I tell my mother?" Moreau did not want to buy herself tension. Abihirt had decided that they were sleeping here, so the man needed to be involved in their business. Not just stare at her in silence, then be awakened by a vibrating cell phone. "Yes?" Moreau swallowed hard to absorb Abihirt's deep, raspy voice as her stepfather answered someone's call. It was probably Barbara, so she was not bold enough to raise anything that would add to the list of suspicions. Let Abihirt finish the conversation on the other side while the answer to her mother's question still needed to be figured out. "I told you earlier in your office." "Yes. Not coming home." It went on like that. Moreau's observations seemed to have gotten so steep, though she didn't know what to expect more specifically. Barbara had certainly asked something. It was unclear whether the woman was trying to reconfirm or was simply not well-informed.
"Darling, why is your bedroom door locked?" A loud voice beyond the vines pulled Moreau to the surface. Her brow furrowed seriously at something that felt so close. It was familiar, but it took effort to realize the catastrophe was only a lineal distance away. Well, it took at least one more hit of the scream over there... to bring Moreau into serious civilization. "Darling, open the door!" This time it was a severe shock. Moreau blinked rapidly, almost jumping when her breathing was still labored. What had happened? She was still wondering, though this wasn't a time for foolishness. "What are you doing in there?" Barbara's voice. Woefully, Moreau stared at the door in complete shock. Her heart felt like it had just been hollowed out. Someone had planted a bomb, and it had exploded into pieces. How horrible. How was this going to happen? There was no information about her mother's arrival. Moreau neve
"What took you so long?" In addition, adding an unusual tone of voice. Moreau thought there would be a bit of an argument, and maybe not... because some things could have ended worse. Especially when her stepfather started spelling out answers in a defensive manner. "I just woke up." "I know you just woke up. But why lock the door and let me wait outside for so long?" Barbara's questions resembled scathing words. Hardly allowing too long a pause. The woman's exhale was not conducive, as if some fears were incarnated as something painful. "No one knew you would be here, Barbara." However, Abihirt's statement was still one of self-defense. The man was perhaps too calm, though... Moreau needed to underline at least-a brief mistake, which made Barbara tend to be like she wanted to confirm something. "No one knew ....?" the woman asked with a certain suspicion. Moreau held her breath, then slightly stepped away from the window of Abihirt's room.
It was as if Abihirt's emphatic statement wanted to give Moreau a dose of knowledge. She turned her head towards the door. There was no choice but to climb up and face the closest form of contingency. The count from the front had begun. Moreau's eyelids closed tightly as the caress of the wind seemed to try to seduce her, but she kept falling without ever knowing the kind of risk that would take the situation there. Where she was truly almost beyond saving. Fortunately when Barbara opened the door—there was no one to be found She snapped to attention. Not a trace was left anywhere as she walked around the balcony. Almost everywhere, her mind hoped to find something; the woman she believed to be the reason why the door to the room was locked so tightly. Barbara snorted when she only found a feeling of hopelessness. Knowing that Abihirt was still behind, just an inch away, covered in a face of confusion right after she deliberately turned aw
"Yes, Darling. I'm sorry," she said as she pushed away the remaining distance to touch Abihirt's rough jaw. Barbara's actions always ended up bolder when she draped both arms around the man's neck, smiled, and had to look up. "You're not thinking anything bad, are you, Darling?" "I think you're the one thinking bad thoughts." Barbara admitted it. It was her fault for jumping to conclusions too quickly. But at the very least, she wanted Abihirt to also understand about instant worry. There was a pure reaction that was difficult to control. Just like earlier... through a false start, something in her mind exploded with fear. Barbara shook her head faintly, then looked straight into those gray eyes with a slightly calmer heartbeat. "I believe you, Darling. But, after this maybe... I'll go straight to the office," she said in almost a half-whisper. Let Abihirt respond. She was pleased when the man began to offer a hand to stroke the top of her head. An acti
"I heard you fell during practice." It was not a new sight when Moreau had to deal with her mother bursting into the room without warning. Barbara was already towering over her, a sour look on her face as she dropped her attention to the ankle lying on the bed. It made her nervous to say anything, so she just nodded and then got a rude snort from the woman. "Good. If your leg is injured like that, what about your tournament? How are you going to practice under these circumstances?" Instead of asking about the rest of the situation. Moreau had to hold her breath at Barbara's question. She slowly shifted as the woman took a seat on the edge of the bed. "Why not be careful?" This time, at least Barbara's voice sounded quieter. Moreau looked at the woman briefly, though she could hardly find any reaction of concern, other than her mother's desire to really express anger, but also desperately held back, as if implied by the part that Barbara did not want to